Love.

The Aftermath

                           Y/N's perspective:
Boom!
I jolt awake from the echoing sound coming from the explosion. That same reoccurring nightmare from the incident universally replays every. single. night. Breathing heavily and rather quickly, I turn to my side, glancing over to the exact spot he used to lay in. Somehow expecting to see him laying next to me every morning when I wake and every night before I close my eyes.
I get up letting the cold morning air surround my body, triggering thousands of goosebumps on the surface of my skin.

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"Hahah!"
I whip my head around, wide eyed.
Looking around the room, still in shock, "C-caleb?.."
I snap back to reality and let out a long, lifeless sigh.
I don't know if it's me going crazy, or if I can actually feel his presence in the room. I repeatedly hear his faint laughter, and sometimes still see his shadow running around. I wish I had told him everything, especially the words I never got to say him before. I would give anything to see his beaming smile or hear his infectious laugh in person. To just touch him, and feel the warmth of his skin. Just one more time.

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Sometimes I wonder why life happens the way it does. Why it punishes good people, and rewards the bad. Why sometimes, young people leave early without getting the chance to fully live life. I wonder everyday since he died.
Why him? Why did it happen when it did?
Every night I lay in bed, with a quivering lip and an aching heart, dreading my life.
It should have been me.
I blame myself for living and not saving him when I had the chance. It pains me to realize that he was not only deprived of his life, but of his future. A future un-lived, and dreams unfulfilled. All because of me.